Let it Flow

Sometimes the words just flow so freely. It's days like that you will see me typing the thoughts in my head as quickly as I can. In my opinion, words are like raindrops and you have to catch them and put them on paper before they disappear.

When the days are long, I find refuge in writing. I am at peace when I get the chance to release my thoughts. Some days, I feel a burden to write. Keep reading, I will explain what I mean.

This quote is one of my favorites: “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” –Maya Angelou

I think most writers can relate to that statement. I feel like I would be doing the people around me a disservice if I didn't share what was on my heart. What good is a gift if you never open (or use) it? I don't know about you, but I want to pour my heart out in the hopes of helping others. I hope this blog has been a healing balm when someone needs it. I hope this blog has made you laugh through your tears. I hope my story has helped you to see the value of life.

What inspires you to write?

P.S. My friend has posted Part 3 of her story today. The words were there, so she wrote what was on her heart. Take a few minutes to read it. Also, I've added share buttons to the bottom of each post. You can share my posts on Facebook, Twitter, StumbleUpon, E-mail, and much more!

Comments

Barbara said…
Yes, I can definitely relate to that. I am inspired to write when I feel heavy. I can't be weighed with something wonderful or something stressful, but there comes a point, that "moment" when I just want to release, and so I do.
6:14 PM
tam7777 said…
This is so right on target, its like fire shut up in your bones and with the realease their comes peace.
8:22 PM
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